My parents stole my passport and framed me at the airport—but one customs officer recognized who I really was and exposed everything

out just enough to catch attention.

Two days later, I watched through the office glass as Richard found it.

He read it.

He smiled.

He believed he had uncovered my escape plan.

What he had really done was swallow the bait.

**PART 3**

The closer Saturday got, the calmer my parents became.

That was the most twisted part of all. They continue reading …